Dead Man's Curve

	I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
	When an XKE pulled up on the right
	And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
	And challenged me then and there to a drag
	I said, "You're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
	Let's come off the line now, at Sunset and Vine
	But I'll throw you one better if you've got the nerve
	Let's race all the way
	To Dead Man's Curve"
	Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
	Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away
	Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say
	Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
	The street was deserted late Friday night
	We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
	We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
	You should of heard the whine from my screamin' machine
	I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
	And all the Jag could see were my six tail lights
	He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
	But I pulled her out and there I was
	At Dead Man's Curve
	Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
	Dead Man's Curve
	Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
	And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
	I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
	I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
	Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
	Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
	Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away
	Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say
	Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve